Chapter Five: MindGo to chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 My mother always told me to be careful what you wish for, you might just get it. Now I know how that feels. I don't know how many times I've wished I wasn't a mutant, that I was just an ordinary guy who didn't have to worry about all this, but now that my mutant power has been suppressed, all I want is to have it back. It figures. Today, as far as I can tell, is Sunday. Friday afternoon I was captured by General Laskin's forces. I woke up Saturday morning with a splitting headache and a complete lack of mental powers. I was in a holding cell with nine other mutants, apparently the latest batch of captures. Sarah, Alex, Ben and Jill were with me, as well as Zeke, the young Olympian called Mercury whom we'd fought what seemed like years earlier, and several others whose names I can't recall. We spend all our time in the cell, except when we're marched out to demonstrate our powers under carefully controlled conditions. I don't know how long this is going to last. Laskin's guards have crammed his base full of neuroscramblers which prevent our powers from being used at all. Most of us can function like normal human beings without our powers, but Ben has to go around blindfolded because his power is so heavily linked to his sense of sight that with the one gone, the other doesn't work either. He's still as annoying as ever, especially since now I can't tell if he's being sarcastic or not. Hey, I'm not used to working at a disadvantage here. Our current "escape plan" involves trying to find out if Lia's ability is affected by the scramblers, since it's unconscious in the first place. This involves putting her in as much immediate, gut-reaction danger as possible. The disturbing thing, and the main reason I wish I was an empath again, is that she seemed to be more gung-ho than the rest of us are about this when we asked. She's changed lately, but I don't know whether it's from Rick's influence, or Mizuno's influence, or even the HSA telling her how powerful she was. She's hard, grim, even fatalistic at times. I only wish I knew, so I could help. Sarah tells me to relax, there's nothing I can do about it. She doesn't really understand. Maybe Alex would, he's got his own bond with Lia that comes out of his duty, but it's highly unlikely that I'll get a chance to talk to him alone. Lia isn't in our cell, and neither is Rick. Why? Because they haven't been part of Team Infinity for quite a while now. They've been here longer than we have, or at least they're in a different cell, I'm not sure. We get to see them only in passing, which doesn't help my efforts to help Lia any. I keep running that scene over and over in my head, trying to figure out where we went wrong. I don't have to be an empath to know that Alex is doing the same thing. The only one who seems unconcerned is Ben, and he won't tell me why. Maybe it would upset the future or something, I wouldn't know. I know it makes no sense, but I can't help feeling that I did something wrong. * * * * Rick left the team two weeks ago. He hadn't been to the last couple meetings, and when he had been there, he'd been getting more and more angry, more contemptuous of all the rules and drills Alex and Ben set up for us. I admit, I wasn't fond of all the procedure myself, but I trust Alex to know what he's doing, I suppose. And because I do, Sarah does, and that's half the team right there. This time he showed up late, mad as a hornet, ready to blast down the door if Alex didn't open it quickly enough. He announced, in his typical short style, that he didn't need us anyway. There was nobody who could touch him, he said, except maybe Venus, and the rest of us couldn't beat her either, so she didn't count. I'd felt some of the backlash of his emotions, was getting worked up myself. How dare he up and leave us, the only people who really understood him? It was on the tip of my tongue to say, "I could probably stop Venus, and I can stop you, too, any time I want," but it wouldn't have done any good. I noted that this announcement wasn't a shock to Lia at all. She didn't approve of his reasons, but she had allowed her feelings for him to overcome that disapproval. He left in a storm, and nothing Alex could say could convince him otherwise. The slam of the door echoed through the house. We all looked at each other; no words needed to be said. We weren't leaving. But then emotion bubbled up in Lia, and she stood up. She looked, not at Alex, but at me. "I'm going after him," she said, making a silent request of me to explain what she didn't have the heart to say herself. I let a little understanding flow into her; she nodded slightly, then hurried upstairs. He was waiting in the car to drive her home. "She had to go," I said to the other three of us. "She can't give him up." "In fact," added Ben beneath his breath, "she has a good chance of saving his life. In fact, she may be his only hope." There was a twisting feeling in my stomach, dread at what I knew could happen but was powerless. I had no idea how Ben coped with knowing this kind of probable future about everyone, all the time. Just one was one too many for me. Alex was angry, intensely angry. Sarah was in emotional shock, her feelings warring between relief that she wouldn't have to deal with Rick anymore and trepidation over what this meant for the rest of the team, the relationships she had thought were so solid but were just as fragile as anything else. Ben was deep in self-pity. Perhaps he'd seen it coming, at least seen parts of it, and not told Alex because he didn't think it was important or he didn't know the import of what he saw. In any case, he was in a little too much self-pity. I raised him back up to a safe level, calmed Alex down a bit. We needed them both able to make rational decisions. I couldn't do something of the same for Space without risking too much; her emotions were still in turmoil. "I saw it coming all along," Ben said. His lips tightened, his voice started to choke but he held it back. "I saw him drifting steadily away, and I couldn't do anything about it. I didn't even tell you." There was no response from the rest of us, except a gentle prompting from me to continue. "Before the end of the month, Power is going to be attacked and captured by some kind of organized non-mutant group. If he was with the team, we would have had a small chance of helping him resist. Now that he's gone, there is no doubt remaining. The only way to change this future is currently in his car. "With Soul around, anything can happen. She bends the fixed rules that allow me to see through time. If enough of her power is used at the right time, the two of them will escape. We have to be on hand to pick them up before our unknown adversaries can try again." Alex added, "If not, we'll have to go after them. Regardless of how much I like Power, I wouldn't wish a kidnapping out of the blue, probably with hostile intent from what we've experienced in the past, on anyone. Although if I understand Time correctly, we should be watching our backs ourselves." Ben absently rubbed his glasses in his pocket as he nodded in assent, looking at Alex with the faraway look that indicated he was delving deep into the past, or the future. "The larger of a group we're in, the better chance we will have of resolving the whole situation in a satisfactory manner." "It's decided, then. This meeting is adjourned. We all need some time to think this over. Be careful not to tell anyone else about this." Alex stood up, and so did the rest of us. A wise decision on his part, only slightly aided by my mental promptings. Sarah would probably be up till all hours of the night on IM, trying to work things through. The last thing she needed right now was someone to meddle in her private feelings, which is exactly what I'd do, so I left quickly. * * * * Two weeks later, this Tuesday, things had had a chance to die down a bit. Rick wasn't blindly mad at us anymore, but he stuck by his position that he was quite capable of taking care of himself and his own abilities, especially considering what he'd learned from Mizuno. I noticed he avoided my glance when he saw me in the halls. Of course, even if he'd been perfectly normal on the outside, I would have felt his sense of guilt, his determination to steer by his own oar rather than Alex's, and the gentle, calming effect that Lia had on him whenever she was in his eyes or his thoughts. It simply struck me that he was broadcasting it to the world at large instead of keeping it bottled up inside as he normally does. As to whether that was a good or bad sign, I won't hazard a guess; I've learned to be considerably more cautious about predictions based on inferences since getting to know Ben. Anyone would, really. Lia hadn't been showing up to any meetings either, but her motives were considerably different. I guessed that she knew how vulnerable she was out in the open, but she couldn't abandon Rick, partly for his sake and partly for hers. So she did the only thing she could do under the circumstances: go with him instead of us. I had understood from the beginning, and a few words in private with Alex made sure that she was allowed to go about her business without worrying about the four of us doing anything to disturb the situation. Rick was in a tenuous situation, and I lacked the skill and the inclination to make life easier on him with a little emotional shifting. "There are some things man was not meant to know," says the writer of the grade B sci-fi movie; while obviously God meant me to have this ability, since I have it, I agree with the spirit of his argument. Things would be easier for all of us if I just stayed quiet, gathering information in case I did have to step in. So I did. Anyway, Tuesday night our meeting ran overtime. We were filming a scene for Sarah's video communications class. Said scene turned into a comedy fairly quickly, which was natural considering the people involved. The other people in Sarah's group left, we finished the scene, and then did our usual team business. I was halfway through convincing Sarah that Alex (with a suitably altered face) was her long-lost brother when a new person came into my mind, like a pinprick of emotion, sharp and small. She (definitely a she, men and women have distinctive emotional patterns) was walking - no, running - along the sidewalk in front of Alex's house, and her thoughts surged in time with her heartbeat, whipping around and around in a cycle, driving her to a frenzied state of fear, anxiety, hopelessness, and frustration. The very recipe for bad news. I just hoped it wasn't our house. I put a hand to Sarah's mouth, interrupting her confused question as my attention began to drain away from the two of them. "I think I hear something," I said, and they all knew what I meant. It would be closer to say that I felt something, but as Ben would say, the advantage of preciseness in this case was outweighed by the semantic benefits of "keeping quiet," i.e. controlling your thoughts. Keeping the manipulation going on Alex and Sarah, locking it down into a known pattern of feeling I could project onto them, I focused on the new girl. She in fact ran right by Alex's house, and had almost but not quite left my presence entirely when she stopped and turned around. Although I didn't notice it at the time, I wouldn't have been able to sense her from that distance if she hadn't been radiating her emotions so strongly that I could pick them up anyway, as a stronger light will illuminate more area. By this time we had all fallen silent, my hand still raised, and we heard the doorbell ring. Everyone started talking at once, and Ben put on his glasses to do some quick figuring. "Who is it?" asked Sarah. Before I could answer, Ben interjected, "She doesn't know about Alex, she found us on her own. That's why it took so long for her to find the right house." I simply nodded, able to follow Ben's reasoning except for the part about the gender of our mysterious guest. Seeing my objection in my face, he added with a mischevious smile, "You never listen to guys like that. Of course it had to be a girl." Alex chuckled and Sarah looked away, unsuccessfully hiding her smile behind her hand. "But seriously," asked Alex, "who is it?" The doorbell rang again. I responded, "Don't worry, she's not here to harm us. In fact, she needs our help, the team's help, but I'm not sure why or how she thinks we can provide it." "In that case, let her in by all means," was his answer. "Let's take a closer look at her and see if Team Infinity can offer our services." "I'll handle her. I'll try to calm her down, take her mind off her troubles so that she'll be coherent enough to tell us her story." With that, I was up the stairs. I opened the door and looked into her eyes, amethyst eyes strikingly unusual for her chocolate brown skin, and they caught me. Held me there like a tongue-tied schoolboy. My mind, already open to her in preparation for my job, flooded into hers for an instant, and I felt her emotional state all at once as if I were standing on both sides of the door. She gasped involuntarily, our minds rebounded back into their proper places, and I knew she had felt the same thing. "Uh... hello. Please come in." I stammered, not sure what I'd done or how. From connections that still lingered I felt her presence, felt that she had been running for what seemed to her like a long time, that her left shoe was untied and she didn't care. She looked around, faintly surprised to see a normal upper-class home, and took her shoes off. "What's your name?" I asked, being gentle, amplifying her trust for me a little and dampening her anxiety. "Li--Jill. Jill Reddings. I'm looking for Team Infinity." "Well, Jill, you've found them. Mind, at your service. The rest of the team is downstairs. This way." I extended my hand. "I knew it was you. Thank you so much!" She clasped my hand as if she were drowning and I had just thrown her a life raft. I didn't want to disturb her emotional state too much, especially not after that weird little moment at the door, so all I did was keep her at a coherent level, following Ben's advice. And if you've got to follow someone's advice, Ben is a good one to ask, I think. She collapsed in my chair, partly from mental and physical exertion, partly from melodrama, and I got my first good look at her from the outside. Jill was about our age or a little older, of medium height and wore a ragged sweater and jeans. Her hair was looking a little the worse for wear, but was a good choice of hairstyle, set up to frame her heart-shaped face and those eyes. When she smiled, as she began to do now, it was her eyes that smiled first. A good sign, although I was keeping close watch on her mental state and was therefore not surprised when the smile rose to fruition on her lips. Instead of letting Alex speak first, Ben softly asked her name. There was less hesitation when she answered this time, but the two of us could still detect it. "And what were you going to say?" he asked, taking off his glasses. She hesitated before answering. "Lily. James always called me Lily. But I'm not her anymore. I'm just Jill now. It's my real name." "I see." Alex nodded thoughtfully, then remembered his duties as the host and team leader abruptly. "Well, this is Team Infinity at the moment." He shot a glance at Ben, who gave him a thumbs-up discreetly, and continued, "I'm the team leader, Reality. My friends call me Alex. "You've already met Mind, and these two are Space and Time. Soul isn't here tonight." No mention of Power, but it was on everyone's mind, except for Jill's, of course. "So, what can we do for you?" "I-I just need somewhere to hide, that's all. I've been living in New York for a while, but... I was unable to stay. There are certain people who would rather I was not around. James had many enemies. I found a little out about you from some friends - you're more well-known than you suspect - and I thought you could help me." "James?" Alex asked. "Why did you have to leave New York? And why us, in particular?" "It's a long story." Clearly she didn't want questions asked. Unfortunately for her, this is not the way we do things. Ben could tell us some of what we were getting into, but Alex wanted to hear it from the source. "Most stories are," he responded. "Come on, if you can't tell us, why bother telling as much as you have?" His smile was in the best of intentions, but did little to assuage Jill's intrinsic distrust and reluctance to reveal her secrets. She started her story anyway, haltingly but in control of herself now. "My parents abandoned me when they realized I was a mutant. I was seven years old then. I was sent to a couple foster homes, but nobody wanted a kid with my kind of special needs. Eventually James picked me up, raised me like his own daughter. He wasn't the nicest person on the planet, but he always did right by me." "James?" asked Ben. "You mean James Sazuki? Third most powerful mutant in America?" "Yes. Or at least he was. He called himself Tao because he believed he was tapping into the primal energy source of the universe. For all I know, he could have been. What I know is that he somehow managed to hold down a regular job in New York and still find time for us. "Once I was old enough to assume some responsibility, James found the twins, Patrick and Gina. They're actually a good representation of most of us: they could be leading normal lives if they hadn't been revealed to be mutants. They're not even dangerous. All they can do is sense electric fields - he sees them, she smells them. They needed a good home, where they could be taught that they really were like everyone else in the things that mattered. "Unfortunately, they'd only been with James and I for about a year before he... he..." She stopped, her voice broke. The pain of James' loss was still too near for her. I laid a comforting hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged it off. She'd regained her faculties on her own, without my help except by my mere physical presence - a good sign that I hadn't done any permanent damage to her. "I'm OK, thank you. James had been obsessed with extending his abilities. He'd been drawing more and more energy into himself, in waves he could barely control that buffeted everything around him. I'm not sure why. One day, he left to go to work, and on the six o'clock news there had been an explosion at the power plant where he worked. He loved to take the twins there - it was so much fun for them to see the generators, like going to a fireworks show." She sighed and shook her head. "But that's over now. "When I heard the news, I feared the worst, but I had to be sure. I caught a cab to the remains, and I knew James was gone. The news told you that the explosion took out the equivalent of four city blocks. But what it failed to mention was that everything within a ten-meter radius of where James had been standing was gone. Not destroyed, not vaporized, removed from this plane of existence entirely. "I couldn't take care of the twins myself, but I made sure they found a home with a family who knew they were mutants but agreed to keep quiet about it, never say a word to them. It's as much as I could do under the circumstances." "So now you're here," said Alex. "You thought we could find you a place to hide while you got back on your feet." "If you want to put it that way, yes. I don't know, maybe I could help out your team for a while, too..." "Well, if you're willing to undergo some testing, we can hopefully determine that part. Finding you a place to live could take a bit longer, but for the first few days, you can stay here." Alex was always generous, especially for a good cause. Besides, both Ben and I had given her the proverbial thumbs-up. One good thing about being an empath, you don't have to give hand signals. When he wanted to know whether Jill was saying one thing and meaning another, I sent a little packet of trust or distrust to him, answered his question before he asked it. Jill offered her profuse thanks, and allowed Alex to show her around his place, but not without casting a look at me over her shoulder. She'd fallen for me, bad. Nothing I couldn't handle normally, but there were extenuating circumstances with this one that might make it a little tricky. I needed to discuss this with someone, and besides, the meeting obviously wasn't going anywhere at this point, so I caught Sarah's eye as she rose to go with the two of them and motioned her off to the side to talk with her. I cut her opening question short by undoing the mental pattern I'd created to mimic a brother-sister bond between Sarah and Alex. She stopped with an open mouth, scratched her head for a second, then realized it was my doing. "Well, I suppose it worked, since I don't even know what you were doing. Something about Alex?" I explained my methods briefly, not wanting to waste time in small talk that she would undoubtedly be curious about later anyway, and got to the real question: "So, what do you think of Jill?" "Jill? She's all right, I guess. Probably I'll like her more when she's had a good night's sleep and fixed her hair. But why ask me? It's not like I know more than you do." "You'd be surprised. Girls pick up on a lot of things guys don't, even me. I simply don't look for them." "I suppose so. I don't have to tell you how she feels about us, though, do I?" This with a half-smile on her face. She sat down and I pulled up a chair next to her. "No," I answered ruefully. "However, this is rather a special case. "Somehow, I've created a mental bond between us. You know my sensing abilities decrease with distance, but I know her every whim as if I were standing next to her, concentrating on her. She feels my emotions to some degree, too - I didn't know I could do that." "Wait a minute. She can sense your emotions? Doesn't that mean she gets some sense of everyone's emotions, since you know what we feel?" Sarah was curious, and more than a wee bit envious. I decided to keep talking, though, to see what she really felt about all this. "Yeah, it does. It's like she's piggybacking on my empathic ability. It certainly would explain the increased feedback between us - we clarify and enhance our images of each other's emotional state." "Is she already a mentalist of some kind? I assume you would have told Alex if she were." "No, that's not it. I don't know what her power is exactly, but it's on or potentially on all the time, like Ben's glasses or Reality's precise self-identity. This... effect... happened the first time I saw her, as I opened the door. I was acting on instinct, so I could easily have been tapping into something I don't know how to do consciously." Sarah nodded. This was familiar territory for her. She had, in fact, come up with a new idea. "All right. What if your mental link is simply your powers making a constant, subconscious connection to her brain? You're not trying to take on her emotional state like you did with Mizuno, but the reverse: making hers more like yours!" "You may be right," I said, sobered by the thought. (So was she, of course; I hadn't bothered turning off my power for the moment, it took a lot of concentration.) "I guess Jill and I have a kind of connection that the two of us will never share." "What do you mean?" A tinge of apprehension in Sarah's voice and mind. She hadn't thought about it that way, but when she did, the implications were disturbing. "Why not?" she asked after a small pause. "To be blunt with you, I fear I may have done permanent damage to her mind, replaced part of her emotional makeup with my own. I was using more power than I thought I had, Sarah. I don't want to tell her, of course, and I can't be around her all the time, of course... I wonder how I could test this. I hope I haven't done anything I can't reverse." Alex came down then and informed us that his parents were going to be home tomorrow, so we started helping him clean up the place. He mentioned in passing that Jill was going to be with him at school tomorrow, a "friend from out of town". As we moved chairs back to their proper pristine locations in the basement, he asked quietly, "Anything I should know?" I licked my lips and cleared my throat, uncomfortable. Sarah knew what was up, though, and gave me an elbow jab in the ribs and a corresponding jab of irritation and urgency at me on the emotional level, so I talked. "She and I have forged some kind of mind link. We can tell each other's emotions at long range, for sure. I think I may have changed her emotional makeup permanently to allow this." Alex got an expression on his face that was a combination wince, curse, and grimace. Not that I could read the face that well, but I knew what it was anyhow. "That's bad. What are you going to do?" "What I need you to do," I answered, pointedly avoiding the question, "is to watch her. If she behaves unusually when I'm not around - I'm sorry, but I don't know exactly what, it could be anything from confusion to restlessness - and then snaps back to her 'normal' self as I approach, we may have a problem." "We'd better not," he muttered under his breath, and Sarah and I prepared to leave. As I was driving her home, Sarah commented, "You know, you may have gotten yourself in a lot of trouble, Timothy." "Jealousy! Good to see you can still feel some genuine negative emotions towards me!" I said, trying to defuse the situation. "But don't worry. I think everything is going to be fine. Besides, even if I could repeat the mind link process, I'm not sure I'd want to. It certainly would be unhealthy for me to know anything more about you." This with a mischevious smile. She gave up and smiled back, then laid her hand on top of mine. She didn't want to press the subject, and I was more than a little thankful. The last thing I wanted was for something to happen to her. Not that I wished evil on Jill or anything, just that, well, the situation was a little different, that's all. * * * * The process of unraveling our mental connection took longer than I thought, but after two days of spending all my free moments working on it, Jill was back to being the same girl she'd always been. She understood why I had to do it perhaps better than I did; I wouldn't discount it, since she knew my emotions at the time. She's smarter than she thinks she is, especially with people. One thing was for sure, I'd made a new friend. While Jill turned out to be a very nice girl all around, a little experimentation revealed that she would only be put at risk as a new member of Team Infinity. Her ability to influence and accelerate or retard the natural growth of plants was certainly fascinating, but even Ben couldn't see where it would come in handy against, say, the Olympians, or even the small-time robbers and killers we worked on when business was slow. Certainly her fate was not as a teenage superhero. Ben did point out one ray of hope for the future: she could work for her passion, mutant rights, in the field of politics, either as a noted expert or as a lawmaker herself. She certainly had the right personality to be a politician: smooth, charming, intelligent, good in front of a camera, trustworthy, and able to lie with a perfectly straight face. Of course, Ben refused to give out exact probabilities, as they're understandably more difficult to tell the farther ahead something is and this was the farthest he'd stretched his precognitive abilities yet with something as unpredictable as a human, but it made her day. She spent lots of time at Alex's house (she'd charmed his parents, who agreed to let her stay until she could find somewhere else) making plans for the future. As "payment", Alex's backyard now contained a stunningly beautiful garden, with every flower she could find from the surrounding area transplanted and encouraged to grow. We had just begun to settle in, and went out to see the second Lord of the Rings movie together after school on Friday. Lia and her friends had already planned something of their own, so it was just me, Sarah, Jill, Ben, Alex, and Alex's friend Amy. On the way to the theater, in the parking garage, Ben gave us the signal for "impending danger." Wary, we stepped out of the car, the four of us team members deploying in a loose circle around Jill and Amy, Ben surreptitiously reaching into a pocket for his glasses. Before we knew what hit us, we were out cold. I learned later that they had been waiting for us with some sort of tranquilizer weapon, had shot us before Time could get his glasses on or Reality could change form so that we had no advance warning. Laskin had done his homework, or at least had highly trained and well-equipped people working for him. They also apparently had a mentalist with them, as was obvious when we compared notes. Based on Laskin's procedure with our fellow inmates, Amy probably woke up at home on Saturday morning, convinced that the movie had been sold out and the outing rescheduled for next week. That meant there was no fuss from anyone who wasn't already being controlled by armed guards and denied powers by the neural inhibitor field impulse things, or whatever they were called. I'm not too sure about that name, as the only tech-savvy prisoner with us is way down at the other end of the holding area. I told you about our "plan", such as it is, already. I'm not sure why I'm writing this down at all, except that I feel I should remember the situation in case there are some unforeseen repercussions later on. The natural caution I get from being around Ben, I guess. At least when we get out I'll have some great stories to tell Lia and Rick. Assuming Rick ever comes back, of course. Or even that Lia does, for that matter. Sometimes it's difficult to have faith in humanity like Alex does, but I try. At least I have him and Sarah around to talk to. Sometimes I think our team is the only thing that keeps me sane. * * * * AOL Instant Messenger conversation on 2003-01-08 between users soccerluvr [Sarah] and CrYpToMaNcEr [Ellen]: CrYpToMaNcEr: Hi! soccerluvr: hi soccerluvr: blarg, feeling down today CrYpToMaNcEr: What's wrong? soccerluvr: guys are stupid CrYpToMaNcEr: And this is news because... soccerluvr: him in particular CrYpToMaNcEr: Ah. CrYpToMaNcEr: What is it this time? soccerluvr: he introduces me to this girl he feels like he's known for forever. CrYpToMaNcEr: Yeah, it's like, What am I supposed to do? soccerluvr: what could he be thinking? soccerluvr: usually he always says the right thing CrYpToMaNcEr: It could be just a rough week for him. Maybe he's not thinking straight. soccerluvr: well, i know that already, hehe CrYpToMaNcEr: You know what I mean. soccerluvr: yeah soccerluvr: i don't know what to do soccerluvr: i know he's not one of those fickle guys CrYpToMaNcEr: Well then, why worry? soccerluvr: you have a point soccerluvr: you know we're not exactly the most star-struck couple soccerluvr: maybe I'm letting that face cloud my judgment CrYpToMaNcEr: Can't say I blame you ;-) CrYpToMaNcEr: But seriously, just keep an eye on him. It should be easy to tell after a few days. soccerluvr: i guess so soccerluvr: i should keep my worries to myself CrYpToMaNcEr: That's what I'm here for, dear *pat pat* soccerluvr: thanks soccerluvr: dinner, back later CrYpToMaNcEr: No problem. Bye. soccerluvr: bye |